The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

Four years later——

The sun shone into the Qingling Water Pavilion through the propped-up windows. Mo Xiaolan's biological clock rang on time. She turned over, opened her eyes, and prepared to get up. As soon as she opened her eyes, Mo Luofan's enlarged little puppy face appeared in front of her. She was no longer surprised by this.

"Master, good morning."

"morning."

Mo Xiaolan stood up, yawned, and stretched her body. Mo Luofan took the clothes off the wooden rack and helped her get up and change clothes. This has been going on every day for the past four years, year after year. Sometimes, Mo Xiaolan felt that if Mo Luofan was gone one day, she might become a physical invalid.

After everything was washed up, Mo Luofan stretched out his face as expected, and Mo Xiaolan held his face and kissed him on the side of his cheek.

This story started when he was a child. One morning, Mo Xiaolan was half asleep and saw Mo Luofan in front of her. Mo Luofan was still little at that time, with a round face and super cute. As a cute person, Mo Xiaolan couldn't help but kissed the little face. In order to ease the embarrassment, she said that this was a custom in their hometown called "good morning kiss". So this "custom" was passed down between the master and apprentice from then on.

Today, Mu Qingfeng, the master of Qingxuan Peak, returned. The sect leader personally welcomed him and the masters of each sect brought one of their true disciples into the hall to attend the banquet.

Of course, Mo Xiaolan will definitely take Mo Luofan with her. Her purpose is to let Mo Luofan know how much his master loves him. She has always responded to his requests over the years and has taken him to various big events. So, please be gentle to her in the future and don't end up with a bad death. Thank you!

Mo Xiaolan also wanted to meet her senior brother Qingfeng. The novel described that Mu Qingfeng was three years older than Mo Xiaolan. His every move was full of elegance and ink painting style. He was obviously a man who wielded swords, but fate gave him a face that was good at writing. In the Qingyuan Sect, he was the only one who could talk to Mo Xiaolan, but he went out for training a few years ago and only came back today.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the protagonist of the banquet finally appeared. Just as the book said, Mu Qingfeng was often dressed in white, and was the spokesperson for gentleness and elegance. Behind him followed a pink-dressed girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old. The girl followed him obediently. The little girl was not afraid of seeing so many immortal cultivators, but just looked around curiously. When she saw Mo Xiaolan's position, Mo Xiaolan was stunned. The wine glass in her hand stopped in mid-air, thinking to herself, "Am I seeing things? This girl actually looks so much like Xue girl? Is it a coincidence? Who is this girl?"

"Greetings, Master Brother." Mu Qingfeng saluted Shang Jun who was sitting in the middle, and the girl behind him also saluted like him.

"No need to be so polite." Shang Jun quickly asked him to stand up. The two were so happy to see each other that they almost hugged each other.

"I thought you wouldn't come back unless the top of Qingyao Mountain exploded."

"Brother, you are joking. The top of Qingyao Mountain is not so easy to be blown up."

"Who is this?" Shang Jun looked at the girl behind Mu Qingfeng. The girl immediately bowed her head in greeting. Mu Qingfeng immediately explained, "She is the girl I rescued during my training. She doesn't remember anything, so I simply took her with me as my disciple and named her Mu Qingxue."

Mo Xiaolan paused for a moment while holding the cup, and looked at the girl standing not far from her. "Mu Qingfeng has a disciple? Didn't the novel say that he was lonely all his life, never accepted a disciple, and never married? He came into the world alone and left the world alone. The only people close to him were Shang Jun and Mo Xiaolan. How come he has a disciple?"

Mo Luofan, who was standing by, was still busy picking out fish bones for his master. Seeing that his master had not touched any of the fish pieces on the plate, he followed his master's gaze and saw that his master's eyes seemed to be looking at the handsome man who had just returned, and they had not moved. For the first time, the fifteen-year-old boy felt a sour taste in his heart. He didn't want to, he didn't want his master to look at that man again.

As the banquet was drawing to a close, Mo Luofan found an excuse to pull Mo Xiaolan away from this place. Mo Xiaolan felt bored and had wanted to run away for a long time, but she couldn't move around freely because of her status as the peak master. Now that his disciple had found a reason to take her away, when would she leave?

"Xiao Lan!"

As soon as he walked out of the main hall, Mu Qingfeng followed him out. Mo Luofan's happy face suddenly collapsed. "What is he doing here? He is not going to call Master back, is he?"

"Senior Brother." Mo Xiaolan bowed to him politely, and Mu Qingfeng also returned the greeting. When Mo Xiaolan stood up, a warm big hand was placed on her head, and then a cough was heard to cover up the embarrassment.

"Ahem, you seem to have grown taller and thinner than the year I left."

"Brother, I have already fixed my appearance and I won't grow any taller."

"Ah." Mu Qingfeng withdrew his hand and coughed awkwardly twice again.

Seeing him like this, Mo Xiaolan couldn't help but reveal a smile. Although Mu Qingfeng in the novel is the leader of a peak and has an honorable status, he just can't get along with others. Apart from Shang Jun, there are few people he can talk to. Although he is well-read, he is the worst at talking to girls. He cares about Mo Xiaolan, his junior sister, but he just can't say the words. In addition, Mo Xiaolan always looks cold and doesn't want strangers to approach her. The two brothers and sisters will eventually drift apart and eventually become strangers.

Seeing Mo Xiaolan smile, Mu Qingfeng's embarrassment finally disappeared a little. He put his hand back on Mo Xiaolan's head and rubbed it: "This is the first time I see you smile. I heard from my senior brother that you were seriously injured four years ago. Do you have any old illness left?"

"No." Mo Xiaolan shook her head: "Brother, don't worry, I'm fine."

"That's good. If you have time tomorrow, come to Qingxuan Peak and we can have a good reunion as brother and sister."

"Ok!" Mo Xiaolan subconsciously gave him an OK sign. Mu Qingfeng looked puzzled and imitated her gesture and also gave him an OK sign. His handsome face was full of question marks: "What do you mean?"

"It means OK, no problem." Mo Xiaolan pushed back his OK hand and said, "Go back quickly. This banquet is specially prepared for you. If you don't go back, the head brother will make fun of whether the Qingyao Mountain Peak will be blown up or not."

Speaking of her senior brother, the head of the sect, Mo Xiaolan could not help but smile bitterly. Although he was so selfless at ordinary times, he was actually the most protective of his people in private. He could punish the people of Qingyuan Sect, but if people from other sects wanted to be punished, he would go to you with a knife in hand to preach to you, saying that unless the Qingyao Mountain Peak was blown up, don't even think about touching his people. In fact, Mo Xiaolan also wanted to know why he was so obsessed with the Qingyao Mountain Peak, and why he would do anything unless the Qingyao Mountain Peak was blown up. Could it be that this mountain peak was not easy to be blown up, so he was so unscrupulous in swearing by blowing up the mountain peak? One day, she really went to blow up the mountain peak, but the result was that not even a hole was blown out, because the stone was really too hard.

"Then I'll go back first."

"Bye-Bye."

After Mu Qingfeng left, Mo Xiaolan sighed and turned around. The face of the fifteen-year-old boy behind her couldn't be darker.

"Why do you look like that?"

"The relationship between Master and Uncle Master is really good." Mo Xiaolan had some wild thoughts after hearing this, 'Is this kid jealous?'

"Don't worry." Mo Xiaolan touched the head of the boy who was almost as tall as her: "The apprentice is the apprentice, the senior brother is the senior brother, and Master still loves you the most."

PS in my heart: As long as you are gentle to me in the future, everything will be fine. Not to mention that I love you, I will give you all my motherly love.

"Master, I'm hungry."

Food Hall——

Mo Xiaolan, who was propping up half of her head, looked at her apprentice who was eating voraciously in front of her and sighed, "Actually, you don't have to come to this kind of place with me every time."

Mo Luofan paused for a moment while eating, then looked up at her.

"I can see that you don't like attending these banquets. You still don't have enough to eat every time."

"I want to follow Master." Mo Luofan took two bites of rice and said, "Master, please don't chase me away."

Hearing that there seemed to be a hint of crying in his tone, Mo Xiaolan immediately explained in a panic: "I, I didn't mean to chase you away. I meant that if you don't like it, then don't go. You still can't eat enough every time, and I only know how to make egg fried rice. I've been eating it for four years. Aren't you tired of it?"

"Not at all. I like to eat the food that Master cooks, and I also like to go to banquets with Master. As long as Master is there, I like it."

"This kid has an extremely strong Oedipus complex. But this is normal. When I was his age, I also often stuck to the dean."

After the master and his disciple came out of Shiwei Hall, it was already late in the day and there were not many disciples along the way. The two of them talked and laughed as they returned to Qingling Waterside Pavilion. Not far away, a pair of big eyes were watching them.

"Qingxue? What are you doing here?"

Mu Qingxue was startled and turned around quickly: "Master, I didn't eat enough at the banquet, and now I'm very hungry. Master is talking to the headmaster, so I asked the brothers here to find something to eat."

"hungry."

"Yeah." Mu Qingxue looked pitiful, holding her stomach and nodded.

"Come on, I'll take you inside to eat."

Mu Qingfeng walked around her and walked forward, and Mu Qingxue followed behind him.

"Master, I just saw Master Mo Feng. Who is the boy next to her? He seems to have a good relationship with her."

"Well, it seems that her third disciple is named Mo Chu."

"Their master-disciple relationship is really good. Has it always been this good?"

"I left the day after she accepted Mo Luofan. I don't know the details, but I mentioned him in the letters I exchanged with my senior brother. Xiao Lan didn't like him very much before, but after an accident four years ago, the relationship between the master and the apprentice eased a little."

"Oh." Mu Qingxue nodded subconsciously: "Master, in my opinion, Mo Chu will definitely be someone who can call the wind and rain in the future."

"You are so young and you can tell fortunes." Mu Qingfeng smiled helplessly: "However, whether he can call the wind and rain or be a common apprentice in the future, it all depends on his luck."

Early the next morning, Mo Xiaolan got up and headed for Qingxuan Peak. Mo Luofan originally wanted to follow her, but he had early morning classes and could not go. He could only watch her walk out of Qingling Peak.

As soon as she arrived at Qingxuan Peak, Mu Qingfeng dragged her to play chess. She didn't know how to play chess at that time. Her legs were shaking when she sat down at the chess table, but as soon as she picked up the chess pieces, a lot of techniques popped up in her head. It seemed that Mo Xiaolan knew how to play. She just recalled it. Suddenly, she felt that it would be great if it was like this when she was in school. She wouldn't have to recite books every day until she collapsed. Speaking of reciting books, she thought of her best friend who was far away in another world. She wondered how she was doing now.

"Master, why do we have to play this chess game here?"

Mu Qingxue asked questions like a curious baby, but Mu Qingfeng patiently explained things to her.

Mu Qingxue seemed to have received some incredible answer, her eyes lit up: "なるほど (I see)."

Mo Xiaolan was startled and looked at her. Mu Qingxue was still immersed in her studies and had no idea that anyone was watching her.

"I really learned from it," she said again subconsciously.

"Is Miss Qingxue from Japan?" Mo Xiaolan asked in a low voice.

"Japan?" Mu Qingfeng asked, "Where is Japan?"

Mu Qingxue blurted out subconsciously: "It's Japan."

"Everyone fell silent."

Seeing that the two people playing chess had stopped moving, Mu Qingxue looked around and said, "Did I say something wrong? No, where did Japan come from in this world? How did Mo Xiaolan know that there was a country called Japan?"

Then, Mo Xiaolan stared at her with increasingly fiery eyes and whispered tentatively: "The King of Heaven and the Tiger of Earth."

Mu Qingxue also replied in a low voice: "Chicken stewed with mushrooms."

The two took a deep breath.

Mo Xiaolan continued to ask: "The truth."

"only one."

"what."

"Xue girl?" Mo Xiaolan was still a little uncertain.

Until Mu Qingxue called out "Blue girl?" The two girls shouted in tacit understanding and then hugged each other tightly, with tears in their eyes.

Mu Qingfeng, who was sitting on the side, was stunned. What was going on? The two of them first said a bunch of incomprehensible words and then hugged each other.